We leave the bar together.
You gave me a ride there so I had let myself get a little bit tipsy. Not so drunk that I don’t still have my wits about me, but enough that I am in a great mood. My inhibitions are lowered. The silly, clumsy side of me is starting to emerge.
I accidentally drop my bag on the sidewalk. I don’t know how, but it just slips from my grasp. You put your hand on the small of my back to help steady me as I bend over to pick up the spilled contents.
I stand back up and compose myself, but take this opportunity to be closer to you, so I ask if I can link my arm in yours. You nod, and I slip my hand into the crook of your arm, leaning into your shoulder under the guise of wanting to shield myself from the chilly autumn wind.
As we enter the parking garage, I trip over the uneven sidewalk and stumble into you.
Your arm moves around my waist as you catch me, pulling me in tightly. “This is it.” I think, realizing that this is the closest we have ever allowed ourselves to be physically near each other.
I look up, our eyes meet and I feel that jolt of electricity, that spark that precedes intense, immediate attraction and desire.
This spark makes me want to abandon all reason, put my whole life at risk, just to be with you. To kiss you. Feel you run your thumb down my jaw, cup my chin in your hand, and pull me into you, your lips meeting mine and your tongue finding its way into my mouth. There are more things I want to do to you and with you, but right now all I can think about is what your lips feel like.
You return my gaze and I can see the reflection of my own longing in your face.
“Are we really doing this?” I ask.
You bring your forehead down to mine, sending tingles through my body.
“Yeah, I think so” you say. You twist your head a bit, and I can feel our collective hesitation, knowing that if we cross this line, there is no going back.
I take a slow breath.
I commit.
“Yes. We’re doing this.”
Without another moment of hesitation, you grab me around my neck and pull me into you. My lips meet yours and open to you, letting your tongue enter my mouth. Feeling the coarseness of your beard against my chin. My arms wrap around you, returning your embrace, pressing into you. We stay entwined for what feels like ages, our mouths and tongues eagerly pressing together, your hands running through my curls, barely letting oursevles up for air.
You wrap your hands under my thighs and lift me, my legs wrapping around your waist and my ankles intertwining behind you.
You carry me to a recess in the parking garage where we are slightly hidden from passersby.You find a wall, push me against it. Your weight trapping me. Our bodies pressed tightly together. I set one foot back down on the ground, but keep the other leg in place, trapping your hips against mine.
You stare directly into my eyes as you trace your hand up my thigh, lift my skirt, push my panties aside. You probe me with your fingers. Your thumb tickles my clit as you explore, your fingers surprisingly delicate inside me. You nuzzle my neck, gently nibble my earlobe, and I can feel myself clenching against your hand, enjoying every sensation.
You pull your hand away, my wetness slick on your fingers.
I open my mouth, take your index finger between my lips. Suck my juices off.
I feel your bulge press into my naked slit, the courseness of of your pants a stark, rough contrast against my open pussy.
You pull away slightly and lower your hands.
I hear the jingle of a belt undone, the zip of a fly lowered, the sound of fabric moving over skin.
Your hands are under my thighs again, lifting me and pressing your hips into mine, my legs wide open, my back against the wall.
This time, I feel the smoothness and stiffness of your bare cock pushing against my hot mound.
I reach down and spread my eager lips.
I guide you into me.
We gasp together, my head over your shoulder, my breath in your ear.
I am surprised at how big it is. How much it fills me. I push my hips into you, taking all of you deep into me.
You start rocking your hips into me. Each thrust elicits a moan of ecstacy that I can’t control.
My arms tighten around your neck and desperately cling to you, pulling my chest into yours as tight as I can manage.
You fuck me with such vigor, clutching me so tightly that I can tell you have been longing for this as much as I have. You keep thrusting, pushing all of you inside me, faster and faster in a frenzy of lust and passion that is long overdue.
Then I feel your body stiffen as you push your whole self deep into me.
You bite the fleshy spot above my collar bone to temper the sound escaping you.
You cum, hard, filling my pussy with your hot load.
You set me down again and pull out of me, your cock leaving behind a viscous trail of cum as you emerge.
Some of you escapes. A blob slowly oozes down my inner thigh.
You lean into me, panting from your release. We take in the silence for a moment, the realization of what we just did slowly dawning over us. You take my hand in yours and stare at it for a moment. I stare at it, too, not sure where else to look.
Then you pull me into you, a tight yet tender embrace. My heart races. I reach around you and clasp my hands behind your back and press my cheek into your chest.
“Did we really just do that?” you ask, breaking the silence, your chin nestled into my hair.
“We did. And it was incredible.” I reply, enjoying being wrapped up in your arms.
“Fuck.” You say. “We are so fucked.”
“Yeah.” I say. “We are.”
I finally pull myself away. I gaze up at you. Your eyes meet mine. We both grin. You lean in and kiss me. More tenderly this time. But just as passionate. As if we’ve been doing this for years.
You pull back.
“Fuck.” You say again.
And then you lean in and kiss me once more.
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